Slowly decaying.

Prey and the predator type game.

You watch as the whole school,

Becomes a prey and predator type game.

Watch as the prey becomes weaker,

Eyes sunk in from the hours that have made their way out the window.

Red zebra stripes along their arms,

And you watch as they're always nervously pulling down at their sleeves.

You watch as the kid in the back of the class,

Is sitting there numbly.

Eyes blood shot from the light night hours of hearing how abusive mothers and fathers can get.

The teacher,

Calls his name and he refuses to talk,

And sits there like a puppet.

And the teacher tries to pry her way through his life.

Shooting questions left and right,

Still no answer.

Nobody knows about his mother and father,

Nobody knows about the kids that taunt him because of his weight,

When he's already stick thin.

Yet again,

Nobody knows that he has the words 'don't eat' carved onto the lower part of his shallow belly.

Yet again,

Nobody knows that he will take his own life tonight at exactly 1:52 a.m

7:30

His alarm clock is ringing,

While he's swinging.

Swinging from a belt in his closet.

Blood running down his arms,

His face,

His face is pale and sunken in,

Shoulder blades poking out of the skin,

Teeth shattered,

You can see the dried up tears that were running down his face.

And you can see the veins that carried a deadly disease,

That we all know,

Bullied.

Bullied to the point of suicide,

Bullied to the point of not eating.

All because the predators filled his mind with whispers,

Whispers that kept swirling around like a fish in water,

Swirling all around his brain,

And it told him things that night,

That night he was pushed to the crumbling edge.

All because of the predators snaked their way into his weakest points,

And bit his veins and injected them with their toxic venom.

The venom that's known as 'bullied'.

Still, we watch the school turn into,

A prey and predator type game.

And it will continue.

Until there's nothing left of it.